Grandparents
My grandparents were in my life
Through all my childhood days.
It wasn’t ‘til my 30’s
That we sadly parted ways.
Yet did they really know me?
They adored me and were proud,
Though the time we spent together
Mostly happened in a crowd.
Our visits came with aunts and uncles,
Cousins, meals and such,
But as to one on one time,
Well, there wasn’t very much.
Today, though, things are different;
Expectations are, as well.
We still adore our grandkids
And, of course, we also kvell.*
Still, I try, but can’t imagine
How my grandparents would fare
Doing what we do, because the difference
Is beyond compare.
*to burst with pride
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